Woman

The woman full of air
lived life as if she didn’t care
She bloated and bloated
till nearly she floated
but then she let out some air

Now back to the ground
she thought she had found
a little bit of grasp
of the world she saw last

But still she inflated
even though she hated it
she worked and tumbled
and still she fumbled

Her state kept ballooning
Her belly protruding
And although she exhaled
Nothing prevailed

As she swept to the skies
The bigger her eyes
Because the higher she got
It all seemed fucked up